#arrryk

“At least one more time, brother,” Lysella quipped with a wince as she pressed a wet rag to her head. The bleeding had stopped by now but the scar at her hairline was rather ugly, jagged and broken as it lingered past her forehead. Her horse had been frightened by a snake on the path and before Lys had a mind to tighten her grip on the reigns, the bloody thing had thrown her off. Her head had hit a rock, resulting in only a scratch. She humbly thanked the Seven for sparing her a worse fate. “I am perfectly fine, see?” She began to stand, her hand still firmly pressing the cloth to her wound. “No harm done. Now please stop making such a fuss, you’re a king now. Kings have bigger worries than their little sister.”

62.

“I hope everyone reminds me as a generous woman, from Chroyane, who wanted to help everyone and rid of those who don’t. Hopefully, that will inspire others to do the same.”

63.

“Depending on how difficult these people want to be. I can try to tolerate and make them understand how being difficult won’t get anyone anywhere, which usually changes things. If they continue to be difficult, I’ll just have to persuade them to change their ways.

64.

“If I annoy anyone, they surely should tell me. I speak my mind, most of the time, and I can be a bit stubborn. I’m also not quick to assimilate to new aspects quickly. This is hard for me to answer, you should ask someone that I’ve annoyed.”

☾ for a sleep headcanon

Growing up privileged, Velia sleeps in silk and cotton. If the room is too warm or hot, she’ll have trouble sleeping. She’s always preferred cold rooms so she can snuggle up in her blankets. 

✜ for a fear headcanon

Velia fears deep open waters, as well as fire. She doesn’t tell anyone of her fears, finding them irrational and that they make her weak. She doesn’t fear death for herself, but for her father. She’s scared of what will happen afterward, with herself and her house.

☠ for a death headcanon.